He is the way the truth and the life: He’s a supernatural King that cared enough to give his life that we may live & I’m so thankful. This is…

The Sacrifice of Truth
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

From the throne room to a virgins womb; sent on a mission to bring division like light and darkness, lie’s and honesty: too embrace those’s who greeted me with open hostility. I knew it was time to move when I heard the hearts of my people screaming for freedom; so I came to bleed for them. I AM the Light that leads them. I took the position of a servant until it was time to run, activated, about my Fathers business my story has begun. I recruited 12 witnesses to walk with me recording my works into history, their teachings would testify of Me. For the glory of my Father I despised the shame of open humiliation knowing from this I will inherit a nation, the ones who where rejected I have taken & perfected. I took their sin’s on, upon my shoulders, I carried them to the grave then rose to roll the stone from the face of the cave. I walked with my brethren, seen by five hundred of them, then ascended into the clouds glorified again….

Feelings that flood, emotions that overflow, heaviness that weighed on the strength you carry just means you’ve been: Caught- (to overtake someone) by the beginning of the end of your storm; this is…

Caught
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor

Caught in a tear drop storm, time stands still granting a break from the norm; tears fall caught up in the course of it all, felling like I hit a wall, motivation hit a stall caught up in a tear drop water fall. Tear drops fall from a hopeless expression, red eyed & exhausted from the none stop. Expecting my change to come with the greeting of a new Sun. I look around surveying this frozen scene, so serene knowing my own pain, coveting solace from this troublesome tempest; I wish this storm could wash away the burdens these tears display. Caught in a tear drop storm awaiting the day Daybreaks, transforming this disturbance of tears into a calm so tranquil leaving me thankful to see the joyful ray’s of sun-shine letting me know that it’s my time….

Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me. ( psalms 38: 21) LORD…

Don’t Forget Me
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

My tears fall, my fists are worn & bloodied from beating on the wall, my stomach twists & turns from the grief’s & struggle’s that grip my soul. My thoughts retreat to the inner most depths of myself; hoping to grasp some ancient strength that’s been deposited in me before the formation of time. My mind holds on to the promises that inhabit my dreams; my screams of frustration, pain, & suffering drive the fervency of my prayer’s & as I push through the shadow of my sorrowful despair; I gather in the desires of my heart- only able to release one humble request. LORD DON’T FORGET ME….

A putting back into a former position, dignity; restitution of something taken away or lost. a return of something to a former, original, normal, or unimpaired condition. This is…

Restoration
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

The Sun rises over the mountain of my struggles; shredding the shadows it cast over me, bound to be unbound walking free from shackles that dragged me down. Falling back to a fresh start to my road to glory paved with faith from my grace quarry. Having gone through it all I’m still walking tall, though hearts humble, I stand confident that God won’t let me stumble or fumble my purpose out of hand; this is the grand scheme that my life does one thing bring glory to my King, this is the big picture: to manifest Kingdom reality, let the world react to the Christ atmosphere, spreading like Leven till it gets thicker & truth is seen clear. Standing ready to serve the world a grand dose of granted health, world wealth, & favor felt when the righteous reign; priest’s of God wipe’n away the worlds pain, pray’n in the latter rain, King’n my domain decreeing victory in Jesus Christ name….

“Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth”(John 17:17) As we deal with the hidden issues in our hearts- that have been bared under lie’s & facade’s- We’ll find our truths, the treasure’s & rich’s God has placed with-in us. After we uncover & expose those deep dark places of our hearts as the light of the truth shines forth so shall Christ Jesus shine forth from with-in you. “But as many as received him, to them gave he the right to become children of God, even to them that believe on his name”: (John 1:12)

A Journey with-in
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Severing deep thoughts my eye’s open to the split of reality; sad to see mindset boundaries blocking me from the treasures with-in. Many areas still undiscovered riches yet to be uncovered. Striving to navigate the hidden depths of my own heart which from the start beat deceit- a desperately wicked agenda it would seek: But now transplanted through redemption’s deed; What died on that day where the doubts that restrained me, the motives that shamed me, & the fear that drained me. I’m free now to dive into the deep. Searching my own heart I start to find the diverse reminders that where locked & hidden away; they begin to display what’s real & what deserves to be cast away, leaving my soul exposed, as the darkness passes, fleeing from the light of the truth like the stars flee from the bringer of a new day. I played this game with Self- I asked for the deep truth & Self would bring me shallow lie’s- until Self became selfless revealing myself; now finally able to see beyond the veil my eye’s grasp hold of a light Birthed through Selfs’ travail. Now done with my soul searching, treasures bursting, riches quenching my thirsting… I’m flourishing… Traveling freely through the world I project. From my new out-look I see the truth of life- I can’t tell if I’m awake or if I’m dreaming this- seeing this blissful truth that’s sweeter then Paradises’ kiss. What I’ve gained on this journey through my hellish shame, having lost my life when I past through the valley of guilt & pain, after I laid my burdens down in confessions rain, & purified Myself in hopes flames. I obtained a reality with no boundaries, no guilty conscious holding me hostage; just power to be Me free to wonder in the dreams I see….

Prophetic- having the function or powers of a prophet, as a person. Language- faculty or power of speech. This is…

Prophetic language
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

Pure sight given to an open mind able to see the clear victory, broadcasting the source of me. The Spirit of God peered into open soul inserting words more precious than gold. Heart felt whispers flood minds eye swelling with hope uttered by the sweet spirit of redemptions decree; power reigns over thee for the crown of a King dwells upon ye. We are all the body of a Kingdom manifested, in body it rested. The first born of many brethren dwelt in womb; Birthed on purpose he walked among men spirit in flesh our language reflects him; his testimony the spirit of prophecy audibly shaping creation till Christ is shaped in thee. Pre-alined instruction moved in construction until a fruitful tree broke through Earths crust in movement with the intent of apprehending all before time sits still. The will of God still contained in words woven in revelation mystery foretold when preached: so believer stand bold speak forth the promise told & watch creation unfold its treasure’s for a Man God made to obtain his plan, by grace dispensed without measure. Through faith our speech orchestrates forever our place in Kingdoms Estates….

This is another addition to my Free-writing series; I wrote this to Coldplay’s ‘PARADISE’, I had to write to it, to me that song is on the list of Coldplay’s all-time greats. This is…

Life in One Breathe
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

The release of breathe let’s me know that time is still left there’s life left to live so I give my all changing direction like Saul to Paul from my fall I rise to a place where angels fly my only limits rest in my minds eye unlocked potential this battle is all mental I’m my best asset & my heaviest burden so what must I learn then Mind changes as I suck out the venomous poison’s left by failures past I cast out the old & invite in the dreams of a bold new future free from pains’ residue only to my promise will I hold true clinging to the picture visions’ master piece it’s paradise I speak of where dwells only Gods love true peace on earth is found when this Son dominates every thing around footsteps pound I chase my hopes my tears fuel passions’ rage as faith carries me on to the next page….

We all have moments of weakness; But that’s all they are, moments: it’s only when you make it through you realize how strong you really are & where your strength comes from. This is my…

Despair
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Rain drops water the dreams in my head they grant their strength before hope is dead; what fed passion in a moment of weakness has been sealed for rations; in this emergency I plead for the winds of change to fan my soul to flames, pains in mind, deposits of heart issues, my issues might befuddle a few, but only if you knew the weight of just one shoe, so before you judge this man ask yourself what carried you out of the place you once claimed to stand. I feel the sorrow of a stars dwindling light: But still I fight, I guess there’s no quit in me after all, just a hidden confidence that I WILL NOT FALL. So I call upon the power of a Fathers love to lift me up above this suffering sucking the will to still carry on.
I awake from night terrors screaming “HOW LONG” this Agony must have an end so I spend countless amounts of energy just remaining me- up beat parading a smile spirits’ high hope stretching further then a mile, I count the tear drops I wish to shed, I pray that this night my dreams would have peace from my dread….

I grew up in Seattle next to Lake Washington; “The Lake” as we called it, even to this day, provided many childhood adventures growing up; A lot memories are stored there so I wrote this poem to… I guess to say thank you to that special place in the history of me & many of the people who shared that place with me as kids. This is…

I want to go back
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I want to go back. Back to the place where my childhood is buried: back where my memories rest in peace. I want to go to the place where my peaceful thoughts where conceived; I want to go back to where I traveled through the vortex of laughter; where I was caught up to a place where only the imagination mattered. O, how I miss that place- the sand in my hand: the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. I miss the sound of the breeze & the rustle of the trees. I miss the Sunday afternoons where we would ride our bikes till we saw twilights moon. I miss watching the sunlight dance a waltz atop the waters tranquil surface. That place… That place was my refuge: my midnight prayer closet- so many thoughts I shared with the stars in the chill of night, our conversations where endless. The smooth roar of traffic on I-90 plays a soft lullaby while I flip through memories of childhood faces, friends & loved ones who have been long separated from eyes capture, some have fallen asleep lying still, at peace; some have gone on to make places of their own. So today I would like to say thank you to that place; the guardian of my childhood memories: the watchman over my most sacred thoughts: the caretaker of my spoken dreams. Maybe one day I will return to once again gaze at your treasured scene’s; until we meet again I just wanted to say thank you to my childhood friend….

Sometimes the path we’re on leaves questions on where it shall lead use but yet we put one foot in front of the other; unable to quiet the screaming desire of the soul, our minds eager to see the end of our destiny press our footsteps forward. This is…

FOOTSTEPS’ QUEST
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Brown eye’s open letting sun ray’s soak in, a pause in mournings moment, reflection of wants and desires aspire to higher dreams, soul sings from the abyss with-in where hope screams for Faiths’ washing. While walking Footsteps’ hold conversation with pavement asking details of the path their destined to travel; But no answer comes so Footsteps’ run, searching for answers demanded from a Mind driven to define time; till time falls into twilight & moon beams fill eye sight & despite all this FootSteps’ still persist. Constantly seeking to grasp the answer to Minds’ question. No resting! Mind speaks, “even if there’s mountain peaks we must traverse you will find the answer to this riddle & verse.” So Footsteps’ trudge on seeking for the answer to Minds’ inquisitive song; fearing to be wrong Footsteps’ remain diligent to Paths’ free-written script, no delay as Stars begin their majestic display Footsteps’ refusing to turn away; then mourning begins & again it illuminates the way. With a new day Mind brings same question to Footsteps’… Where do my dreams lay? Footsteps’ finally give their defining answer to Mind today they say: “wait patently & trust in the path that was given. You continue to listen to Soul, we’ll continue to walk this path until our dreams unfold….”